Love [Tomione]

Chapter 5: What are friends for?

SC: HELIUM BY SIA

" She told me ' Girl, you would be a great witch one day'. " She chuckled." Said I would make great changes in the world."

Tom watches her, keeping a small smile on his face as he walks with her through the park.

Hermione and him had been getting along better than he hoped. What their relationship could labelled at that moment would be friendship. Obviously, he wanted Hermione and him to be more than two individuals with a platonic association. The moment he claimed her as his, he had already envisioned them at the top of the wizarding society, with him ruling over it and her as his faithful little witchy queen.

" Is Madam Robiland a seer?" Tom said." I believe she's right."

Another lie. Do you think I don't see the truth? Your American tales are certainly interesting, Hermione.

Hermione laughed." Oh Tom, you flatter me."

Tom smiled. " Only for you. Hermione. Only for you. "

A tinge of pinkness that tainted her cheeks, she shyly grinned.

The trees swayed as a gust of wind blew across them, sending autumn leaves flying down, decorating the very pebbled path they took. It was an empty but well maintained park near Surrey, Hermione said that a walk through it had always elevated her feelings.

Honestly, part of me thought this day would never come and now it feels so easy, so right. This is how our story goes, Hermione. He thinks to himself.

" Tom?" She asked.

"Yes?"

"Why do you work at Borgins?" The brunette questioned him. " An intelligent capable wizard spending his hours in a shop as a lowly clerk.... God, that was so rude of me... I shouldn't have said that! I'm so sorry--"

Tom cuts her off, he mutters." It's fine, Hermione. I've been asked that question many times."

" Is it so wrong to just place yourself in lowly places? I admit that Borgin's is tacky but it is not so in the field it deals with. I take my job as an experience to learn about people. People are strange. They hold mysteries, waiting to be solved. I see myself as the puzzle solver." Tom said. " In wizarding Britain, people have big aspirations. They are willing to sacrifice for their big big aspirations that most will never be able to achieve. Be it becoming rich or getting promoted to the position they desire. Frankly, being a clerk isn't a miserable job. I have goals, yes but for now I want my life to be about what I actually love."

Power. You.

"The Dark Arts." She teased, a sly smile on her face.

Tom chuckled "Hit right on the nail."

Somewhat. Somewhat.

"Lucretia loves that saying. Seems like her yammering of it has gotten to you. " Hermione rolled her eyes before continuing. "A job in sociology. Seems fitting for you, Tom. I feel the same too.I admit that I've been superficial. But I suppose that's all of us, right? We see our differences as something to gain out of."

Differences differentiate the weak and the strongest. Eat the rich.

" My friends think I should be focusing on finding a man to settle with, as a fellow woman of this misogynistic society. " She laughed." However, men run away from me. Fear. Disgust. Hate. I have no regard for this indifference. Of course, I wish I did have someone who loved me the way that Galt..."

Her words paused.

Tom gazed at the brunette whose figure had started quivering, her eyes slate blank of emotion. He could catch a glimpse of the stray tear that rolled down her freckled cheek.